8

Wilder stopped to catch his breath near the front of their village. He glances at his wristwatch. It’s one am. At this time, he was still asleep. Unlike today, when it was almost dawn, he was still jogging in their village. It has been around the town a few times.

He took a deep breath as Avery and Fertine smiling at each other, bothered him.

She smiled at him, a genuine one.

He had never seen a woman smile like that every time he was with her. She is always staring at the ground.

Geez! Why does it bother him so much?

His eyes narrowed when he saw the bulk of the body in the distance.

His head raced as he jogged near it, and his eyes widened when his eyes landed on a lady with long hair and a white dress.

“Shit!” he cursed. It’s not even three o’clock, and it’s here!

He would have run away if the woman didn’t turn around.

“What the hell? What are you doing here?”

Wilder looked down at the paper bag she was holding.

“I was going to return the clothes you lent me yesterday, bu